Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 271: Please Join Us for a Wedding Banquet Next Week

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Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Please Join Us for a Wedding Banquet Next Week

When Lin Zhiyi returned to the dining table, her eyes were red, and anyone could tell that she had cried.

Sang Ran put down her chopsticks and quickly handed her a tissue, "Zhiyi, what’s wrong?"

Lin Zhiyi pinched the tissue, enduring the pain as she said, "It’s nothing, I just accidentally rubbed soap into my eyes."

Hearing this, Wen Qing glanced at Lin Zhiyi’s swollen eyes and gave a faint, embarrassed smile.

As she sipped her soup, she gave Mrs. He a meaningful look.

Mrs. He set down her chopsticks, adjusted the fur over her shoulders, and looked at Lin Zhiyi with pity.

"Lin Zhiyi, we’ve already talked to Third Young Master, and the wedding will be next week. A simple ceremony will do."

Lin Zhiyi slightly raised her eyes and coldly glanced at Gong Chen, "No need to ask me."

"It’s good that you understand. A woman should follow her husband like a chicken follows a rooster, or a dog. You should regard your husband as your heaven. Nowadays, women are too spoiled—they all need to be properly disciplined." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

As she spoke, Mrs. He looked at Lin Zhiyi. Although she was smiling, her smile hid knives.

"After you get married, I’ll definitely teach you well. Then, you just need to focus on having children. You’re so young; having five, six, seven, or even eight children won’t be a problem."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t respond nor argue, just lightly looked at Mrs. He’s stomach.

Mrs. He’s initially haughty expression changed, and she quickly covered her stomach with the thick fur.

"I... I just worked too much when I was younger to think about having children."

"Mmm."

Lin Zhiyi replied indifferently, finding it all rather ridiculous inside.

There was certainly a reason why the He Family only had single male heirs for four generations.

Mrs. He never considered that while treating others as mere breeding sows, she herself was also a woman.

But she dared to say such things openly because someone was backing her.

The more submissive she acted, the more it probably pleased Gong Chen and Wen Qing.

"Lin Zhiyi, after getting married, quit your job and focus on having children. It’s best if the first child is a boy, as then it won’t matter whether the second child is male or female, and by the third child..."

As Mrs. He was about to continue, Gong Chen set his wine glass on the table neither too lightly nor too heavily. His finger, adorned with the red jadeite ring, slid over the rim of the glass, staining it with a trace of blood.

Mrs. He was so frightened that she swallowed her remaining words.

Lin Zhiyi was slightly startled, not quite understanding Gong Chen’s intention.

What was there for him to be angry about?

Before she could ponder further, Wen Qing answered her confusion.

Wen Qing cleared his throat and reminded, "Mrs. He, Xiao Ran has been focusing on her health lately. Constantly talking about having children could pressure her."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi looked at Sang Ran, whose face indeed looked somewhat pale, seemingly frightened as well.

No wonder Gong Chen was so anxious to interrupt Mrs. He.

Mrs. He immediately said, "How could Miss Sang be any different?"

Sang Ran furrowed her brows, "Zhiyi is a woman too, Mrs. He is a woman too; what’s the difference?"

"Miss Sang is right. Mom, stop talking. Let’s eat first, Miss Sang, try this. It’s a specialty of this restaurant."

Mr. He, who had been silent until now, looked at Sang Ran and chuckled supportively, even gently and considerately serving her food.

Mrs. He, embarrassed, forced a smile and didn’t dare to contradict her son.

Lin Zhiyi looked up at Mr. He with a strange feeling.

Unexpectedly, her action caused Sang Ran to misunderstand.

Sang Ran blocked Mr. He from serving the food, smiling, "Mr. He, no need to be so formal; don’t neglect Zhiyi."

Lin Zhiyi was momentarily stunned, not yet recovered, when Mr. He’s serving of food crashed into her bowl.

Her bowl still contained the leftover half-bowl of soup from earlier, which splashed out, staining her light-colored sweater.

Mr. He said displeased, "I hope you understand what hospitality means—this is not a place to throw a tantrum."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and simply took a tissue to wipe her sweater.

Her non-resistance greatly pleased everyone at the table.

Only a lingering gaze continued to fix on her for a long time.

After finishing the meal, Lin Zhiyi got up to leave, but Sang Ran affectionately latched onto her arm.

"Zhiyi, why do you suddenly want to marry He Yao? I thought you and my brother..."

"No, you’ve misunderstood."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to drag Sang Li into this matter, so she directly interrupted Sang Ran.

Sang Ran looked around and then pulled Lin Zhiyi to the back.

"Zhiyi, although He Yao is decent, I think his mother is not very good. When marrying, one shouldn’t just look at the man but should also take a good look at his family. Think carefully about it. At least try to find someone like my brother or Third Young Master, right? You deserve as much."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi felt a pang of sourness in her heart.

Sometimes, she wished Sang Ran would boast arrogantly so she could find a reason to stay away from or even dislike Sang Ran.

But now, it only made her feel more like a clown.

A child grown with adoration, even if her petals were not perfect, was still praised for her uniqueness.

What others saw as boasting was nothing more than Sang Ran’s everyday life.

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, swallowing all her sorrow, before finally managing to nod with a calm smile.

She had forgotten what Sang Ran said afterward.

After saying goodbye, He Yao stopped her.

"Lin Zhiyi, I’ve already looked into all your affairs. Just stay put and wait to marry me; I’ll treat you well."

"Mr. He, I’m curious, you don’t seem to like me at all. Why would you agree to marry me on President Wen’s suggestion?" Lin Zhiyi retorted.

"Probably because..." He Yao’s rough voice deepened, and his tall figure pressed close to Lin Zhiyi, his gaze finally resting on, "your legs are really beautiful."

After speaking, he laughed and turned to walk towards the parking lot with Mrs. He.

Lin Zhiyi stood outside the restaurant, He Yao’s voice echoing in her ears, suddenly feeling a cold breeze that made her break out in a cold sweat.

She tightened her clothes around her and turned, preparing to hail a cab to leave.

She had only taken a few steps when a car stopped beside her, the window rolled down halfway, revealing a man’s deep-set half face.

"Get in."

Lin Zhiyi glanced at him and continued walking forward, the car also slowed down to keep pace.

She finally snapped, "What is it? Do you just want to know what I think about the blind date? It went well, and you’re invited to the wedding next week. Are you satisfied now?"

"Explain clearly." Gong Chen narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Stop pretending. Has Third Young Master switched to acting now?"

Lin Zhiyi huffed coldly and saw that Gong Chen’s car was blocking her path, so she turned and walked into a pedestrian street.

Thinking she had thrown him off, she didn’t expect him to get out of his car and follow her.

Before she could resist, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an alleyway.

The old western-style building covered with withered vines exuded a sense of years gone by; Lin Zhiyi shook off her wrist, only to find herself cornered.

The man’s dark eyes were deep, his handsome features carrying a stern aura.

He stared at Lin Zhiyi, his expression dangerous yet restrained, "Speak! I have all the time in the world to spend here."

Lin Zhiyi struggled a few times, but her wrist was gripped even tighter.

She was filled with indignation and simply looked directly into Gong Chen’s eyes.

She indeed had many questions, but what she needed to confirm at the moment was a matter that had repeated itself from her past life to now.

"You have a deal with President Wen and the He Family, right?"

"Yes. How did you know? That hasn’t been announced." His gaze toward her turned questioning.

"So you treat me as...?"

Lin Zhiyi found it hard to speak, so she paused.

In those brief two or three seconds, Gong Chen’s phone rang.

Sang Ran’s gentle voice came from the other end, "Third Young Master, I—"

"Come right away."

Gong Chen hung up the phone and turned to leave.

Only a few steps away did he remember Lin Zhiyi, turning his head slightly with a warning, "Don’t talk nonsense."